The reporters felt no pity for Chelsea Trent, despite her emotional distress and poor condition. They didn't let up on their verbal assault.
Instead, like leeches that had smelled blood, they latched onto her, refusing to let go.
They relentlessly shoved their microphones in her face. "Miss Trent, please explain what happened tonight!"
"Miss Trent, you're covered in injuries. How did that happen?
Some reports claim it's from excessive debauchery, that you partied too hard. Can you respond to that?"
Their words were salt in the wound.
The merciless questions, each one sharp and cutting, stabbed into Chelsea Trent's heart like daggers.
She let out a piercing scream and pulled the blanket over her head.
Willow West stepped forward, positioning herself in front of the hospital bed to block the reporters.
"All of you, your actions are severely disrupting Chelsea's recovery!
I need you to leave right now!
